Tractor hurtles past the site of the Clootie Well by Munlochy.

I really don't like this place. It gives me the creeps. Looks a real mess too, with too many people not knowing what a cloot is (a strip of cloth or rag). Not a teddy bear, boiler suit, or double bed sheet. Going bigger doesn't mean you're making a bigger plea, or care more. It means you don't understand, or care for the place that your smothering under whatever thing your leaving to rot for years.

The amount of rotting stuff isn't so noticeable at this time of year, with the leaves hiding much of it. I haven't tried to capture the mess here. May do so in the Winter when its full gruesomeness is more obvious. I hope you're not looking forward to that!